A zombie fiction story
By: Xombiez
Status: Promotional Page
Rating: PG-13



My name is Geoffry McAllister, and I am living in a dead world.
Eight days without human contact. Nine without seeing any living thing. Twelve days without power. Two weeks of death.
I suppose, like most things, I should start at the beginning. I hope I don't have to reach an end.
I'm 18, single, and basically fucked.

But before that, I was 18, single and living without a dream, so at least I have a purpose now.
My father and I are - were - from Glasgow. Yes, the Glassgow way across the Atlantic in wee little Scotland. I say were because he's not here anymore. He passed from cancer not three months ago. After a fire in our building in Scotland that took the life of my mum and little sister Alice, he draged me here to this dim little town in Massachusettes. Rockwell, MA. Little shit town, with nothing to do and nobody important worth talking to. Just me and the shop he left me, which was quickly closed. Can't have an eighteen year old running a firearms shop, can we? But the one thing my father gave me i can really appreciate is my aim, and my knowledge of guns big and small.
"Son," he said to me when i was just a young kid, "There will come a time in yer life when you will be left with nary a soul to help you, and danger around every corner. That is why these things are important to learn." God bless you, dad. You could nevery have known just how right ye were.

But into my present situation, I am living on the bare minumum, on top of my aparment building, with just a tarp, sleeping bag and a rucksack full of useful goodies like ammunition for my hunting rifle and my water bottles (all but one empty) and the handy little walkie talkie that ran dead not two days ago.
This not being the worst bit, as the worst bit is currently scraping their bloodied fingers against the wall of the building screaming for me to come down into their open jaws.

I will not.

Thats my story so far, but the whole deal is far more interesting.I could tell you about the quarantine of the United States, the military threats between countries and the first outbreak reports. But that would take me far longer, so I will merely tell you that I believe myself to be the last living person in the northeastern United States.